Beating Porsche isn’t the point of a car like this. Indeed, the F-Type is a crisp-handling, very capable sports car, but it’s not race-bred. It’s warmer and immediately more desirable than anything from Germany, an aluminum sculpture of toned, naked muscle that can occasionally pound too hard when pushed to the limit. It’s more comfortable and decadent. Jaguar is still a low-volume company, so seeing an F-Type will be rare—a connoisseur’s choice, if you will. It’s not a Porsche, and that’s why it’s a Jaguar. That’s the tagline to remember.
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